#grimrin

           “So?” He responded, carelessly kissing her again.

The power died. Karin glanced out the window while the city continued to shake. Her disinterest evaporated to terror when she turned and tackled Yuzu to the ground. A power line came crashing through the front wall of their house in the same moment, causing a startled shriek to come from the blonde. Pain seared through Karin's left leg. She grit her teeth and checked herself. Wire from the power line cut deeply into her leg. Karin thanked whoever was watching out for her that it wasn't live. "Yuzu, you gotta find dad." The ravenette forced her voice to sound strong over the noise and chaos outside. Yuzu caught sight of her sister's leg bleeding. "I can't leave you like this!" She argued. Karin squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get free. The wire dug harshly into her leg, drawing more blood. She was pinned. "I can't get up. You gotta get him to lift it off me." The older twin managed to choke. Realizing Karin was right, Yuzu nodded. Karin slowly pushed herself up and Yuzu shimmied from under her. "Be careful." Karin shouted. "Don't move, girl." A masculine voice ordered. Yuzu froze looking over her shoulder. Karin glanced back through tears. In front of them a tall man stood. His hands were nonchalantly shoved in the pockets of his white pants. He drew the sword that was hanging at his side and turned to Karin. "Hold still." He ran the blade alongside Karin's leg, being careful to not cut her further, and snipped the wire. Karin screamed, before clamping her mouth tightly shut. Yuzu leapt to her sister's aide immediately. "Thank you." His blue eyes snapped to Karin when she spoke. They stared at each other a moment before he rolled his eyes and sniffed. "Hurry up." He growled at Yuzu. "I'm done." She snapped in return, assisting her sister to a sitting position. "We have to go." He impatiently remarked. He leaned down, taking Karin in one arm, and Yuzu less carefully in the other before starting to run. "Who are you?" Karin asked after a moment. He kept running. "Grimmjow." "Where are you taking us?" The questioning continued. "Your brother fucked something up. And I couldn't leave you two helpless brats to die. That redhead had a buddy around here somewhere." He responded sounding slightly bitter, pushing faster. Karin was silent for a moment. "You know my brother?" He sighed disgustedly. "I hate him." Karin stiffened slightly. Grimmjow came to a halt in front of the candy shop the twins frequented. He glanced down the street both directions before growling to himself and cursing under his breath. The earth beneath them creaked and began to crumble. "New plan. You're coming with me." "Where?" Karin asked. "Soul society."

Grimmjow blinked, barely registering the words he all but forced from the raven haired Kurosaki twin. She clenched her fists tighter and stared turned her head to the side. How could he let this happen? It was his fault after all, right? "Say something." She finally commanded. The words registered and the second thought that came to his mind escaped his lips. "Daddy..." He rasped. Karin flinched and bit her lip before slowly nodding. "Mommy..." She responded. An excited cry came from Grimmjow's throat, making The smaller woman in front of him jump. "Y-you're not mad?" She grunted as he tightly wrapped his arms around her. She squealed as his grip tightened. "You're crazy." He replied, loosening his grip slightly. His vivid blue hues met her ocean grey irises. "Only an asshole would be pissed to find out he's fathering the child of the woman he loves." Karin's lips touched his, feeding off his excitement. "You're telling my brother." She murmured quietly. Grimmjow's smile dropped. "But, he's your brother..." The blue haired man almost asked as she laid her head against his chest. "That's a high stress situation, Grimmjow. It'd be bad for the baby." She easily dismissed. "Better think quick, he should be here so-" The door slammed open. A furious Ichigo stepped into the room growling words that no confusion could be made over, "You sick bastard."

Grimmjow held up a hand as the quick witted Kurosaki brushed by him, slapping his arm with black as night hair. He furrowed his eyebrow. She just outsmarted him? He gave a small disbelieving shake of his head. Karin's footsteps began to fade and he whipped around. "You little punk!" His semi-gravelly voice growled after her. Not slowing her pace, she turned her head to the left side for a moment. In that moment, Grimmjow caught the victorious smirk that she didn't attempt to hide. Infuriated. The former sixth Espada followers the victor of his most recent verbal battle. His long quick strides easily overtook her light proportionate-to-her-petite-body steps. Her eyes looked up at the doubly powerful man blocking her path. Karin waited and held the smile. Unable to control himself anymore, Grimmjow lifted her from the ground, sliding his hands up the young woman's skirt. She wrapped her arms helpfully around his neck and did the same with her legs. Their lips found each other and the blue haired hollow enjoyed the thrill of his victor grinning into his kiss. She broke from his lips and trailed her lips down his neck, while he cleared her large desk. "The students will be back from lunch soon..." She huffed, barely removing herself from him long enough to get the door shut. When he turned, he arms wrapped around his neck loosening the tie around his neck. He undid her top four silk blouse buttons clumsily while she impatiently ripped his shirt apart. Neither heard the door slide open, nor did they hear the murmurs and giggling of both their classes of senior high students until Karin opened an eye and screamed, shoving her partner away. He cleared his throat as she rebuttoned her blouse and pulled her grey shirt down to decent standards. Grimmjow ran a large hand through his blue hair and shamelessly smirked at Karin who busily picked papers of the floor, ignoring his existence. "Get to class." He scoffed at the awestruck students, both male and female staring at Karin and him respectively. They immediately jumped at his order and quickly complied. Karin straightened and blew a tuft of disorderly black hair out of her face. She should've known better than to challenge that bastard, when she knew his aim was to screw her immediately afterwards.

First Meetings His sopping blue-green hair fell into his eyes as he towered over her. The ridiculous red prom gown the black haired Kurosaki donned made attempting to run pointless, not that any Kurosaki would run from a fight. Her fingers sought the zanpakto attached to her waist by an ornate silver belt that hugged her curves on one side and loosened from the weight of the long matching silver blade. His lips turned up. "I know you." He remarked, forcing his fist into the gray cement beside her curled raven locks. Powdered wall dusted her bare shoulder as her eyes held his gaze. "I hear that often." Karin replied, slowly scanning over his physique. Muscles from top down. His tattered and dirty clothing gave almost every decent secret he possessed away. His back straightened, almost proudly, as her eyes slowed taking in his broad shoulders. "You're Ichigo's sister." He growled excitedly, tightening the space between them. His vivid blue irises darted to the long silver sword, holding the distance between them. A thin trail of blood slid downward along his chest. He hadn't even felt it touch him. "Despite popular belief, my name isn't 'Ichigo's sister'." She coldly replied, tightening her grip on her zanpakto and with a jolt of surprise mixed with something more, Grimmjow realized she also seized the hand on her waist. "Karin." He spoke dumbly. She took a step forward, pushing him back and into the wall immediately opposite, crumbling her own chunk of cement in the process. They stood, chest to chest for a moment before Grimmjow took her feet from under her and dropping on top of her, pinning the gorgeous 18 year old to the ground. She let a gasp escape enforce rolling them and startling her opponent by straddling him and laying forward, pressed the razor sharp blade into the throat. "I could off you right now." Karin commented, still holding the bored facade, infuriating Grimmjow. "But I should at least know your name for formalities and the retelling afterwards." She finished. Grimmjow eyed her for a moment. "Grimmjow." He replied. He waited for the thin trail of thick red liquid to explode in a blood bath, sending him to his second death. Like all stereotypical beginnings, it never came. Instead, he found a pale hand stretching to help him to his feet. "You're one of us now, Grimmjow. You belong to me."